Ode to the Abyssal Trunk

An abyss of cerulean curtains, woven starlight threads framing a midnight sun.

Rooted whispers in placid tunes lay beneath quivering shells.

Condensed liquid twilight, a mirage of echoing fungi in ocean depths.

The pathway, paved with glistening lunar moss, sprouts songs no ears have heard.

Drip of a silver dusk, tracing notes along the coral strands of hidden spheres.

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